Release
The request was so difficult that choosing to comply should have been impossible, yet her hesitation didn’t last long.
Seonmi’s body had already reached its limit and was urgently signaling her that it could endure no more.
From the moment she had held the strange, protein-shake-like liquid inside for ten minutes, her anus had been screaming for relief. The instant she heard she was allowed to expel it, holding back became utterly impossible.
“Miss Seonmi, I must remind you once again that this is simply part of the therapeutic massage process. There is truly no need to feel any embarrassment about the act of defecation itself…”
“I-I get it…! I-I’m going to go right now…. So, um, just… stay still, please…”
Kang Seonmi waved her hand frantically, cutting off Han Munho’s words in a desperate attempt to reduce her own shame, at least a little.
As if he understood exactly how she felt, Han Munho quietly closed his mouth. In the ensuing silence, Seonmi slowly crouched over the basin.
“Haa… huuu… hu…”
How on earth had it come to this?
She had only come for a massage. Not only had she been given an enema, but now she was being forced to show the entire process to a complete stranger.
Yet regardless of her swirling emotions, her body responded with brutal honesty. Her insides gurgled, fully prepared to release their contents.
-Purrrrk, shluk…
Her anus loosened, and a lukewarm liquid—slightly cooler than body temperature—began to flow out slowly.
“Ha, ngh…”
The moment her anus spread open and the liquid started to escape, Seonmi quietly hugged her knees and curled her upper body inward.
Amid the chaotic sensation of her entire lower abdomen vibrating lightly, her anus opened wider, allowing the fluid inside her belly to pour out naturally.
-Pshhh, shluuurr… sluck, pshhh…
“Haa… hu, hup… huuuu…”
The more the sticky protein shake burst out of her anus, the more she instinctively curled into herself.
Feeling her lower belly slowly emptying, Seonmi’s mind grew tangled with chaotic thoughts.
‘This is insane… In front of a real man, actually doing this…’
By the time roughly half of the bloated pressure in her stomach had drained away—
-Shlup.
“Ugh, ngh?!”
Just as the flow of liquid was tapering off, Seonmi felt something solid that had been pooled lower in her abdomen begin to move.
-Thud.
“Ugh, hup…!”
At first she only felt a small lump drop lightly into the basin, but what followed was entirely different.
-Shlup, prrrt…
Her anus began to stretch from the inside as something thick and heavy was pushed outward.
The dense, well-formed stool moved slowly, tugging at her rectal walls as it emerged.
-Shlrrk, prrrt… thud…
“Aah, ah…!! Haa, hu, haaaah…!!”
The clearer the wet sounds of release reached her ears, the more Seonmi hunched her back, desperate to hide her face.
-Prrrt… pshhh… plop…
“Haa, ah, ahh…. huuuu…”
Trapped between waves of gas and leftover residue falling from inside her rectum, Seonmi could no longer hold back the shame-filled moans that spilled from her lips.
“It looks like you’re almost completely empty now.”
“Haa, hu…. haaaa, hu…”
Even though the hollow, empty feeling after expulsion still lingered like a void, Han Munho approached her with a perfectly calm voice.
The instinctive tension that surged the moment she heard him made her glance up nervously. This time, a soft sensation brushed against her buttocks.
-Sluuuurp.
“Ugh, hah?!”
The instant she felt fabric touch her anus, Seonmi reflexively clamped her thighs together.
But squeezing her thighs a little was nowhere near enough to stop his hand. He continued to gently wipe away the protein shake and residual matter from her anus with folded tissues.
“Please stay still. I’ll clean you up.”
“N-no… I can do it myse—”
“There’s no need to feel burdened. This is simply a standard part of the massage process.”
It wasn’t burdensome. It was simply humiliating.
Did he even understand how she felt? Han Munho’s fingers continued to stroke and rub her anus with shameless composure.
Every tiny friction against her hypersensitive skin felt unbearably vivid.
“Hngh, mmmph…”
A short moan escaped before she desperately covered her mouth.
Was this really okay? Did she truly have to accept even this under the excuse that it was a “massage”?
-Shluuuup!
“Mmph, nghuuuuuuh?!”
Meanwhile, Han Munho pushed his finger even deeper, sliding it inside her anus. The sensation left Seonmi unable to form a single coherent thought.
“You may relax your posture now, Miss Seonmi. Please return to the massage bed and lie face down.”
“Ha, haaaa, huuu…”
The wide basin was now filled with protein shake and stool.
The hollow sensation of her insides being emptied, and the overwhelming shame that came with it.
“O-okay…”
Even amid those complicated emotions, for some reason she felt she should obey Han Munho’s instructions. Seonmi quietly walked back to the massage bed.
※ ※ ※
After enduring one humiliating release, Seonmi returned to the massage bed.
Now that the agonizing moment had passed, she strangely felt a little more at ease than before.
‘My body… feels a bit lighter…’
Was it because the accumulated stool that had been weighing down her intestines was finally gone?
Or was it because Han Munho truly was an expert in anal massage and its effects were already showing?
Although the shame still lingered, the physical sensations her body reported were slowly convincing her and rebuilding her trust in him.
‘That’s right. Nanhee went through the same massage, after all.’
It would be unfair to judge its value based solely on preconceptions before properly experiencing it to the end.
With that self-justification in mind, Seonmi obediently pushed her hips out a little further.
‘Besides, all he did was give me an enema. It’s not too late to decide what real anal massage feels like after I actually receive it…’
“We will now proceed with the second enema. Please maintain your current position and stay lying down, Miss Seonmi.”
“…Excuse me?”
She had thought they were finally moving on to the actual anal massage, but Han Munho’s words announced yet another enema.
The moment she heard him, exhaustion and bewilderment washed across Seonmi’s face simultaneously.
“The protein shake mixture has high viscosity and is likely to leave residue along the intestinal walls. Therefore, we need to perform a second enema using clean distilled water to completely flush the interior.”
“……”
“I’m sure you can feel it right now, Miss Seonmi. While the space once occupied by stool and protein shake has been emptied, you can still sense the residual liquid and lumps remaining inside.”
…Indeed, just as Han Munho said, she could feel an odd lingering sensation.
At the same time, however, another question rose in her mind.
“…Then why didn’t you just use water from the first enema?”
“It is important for the first enema to use a liquid the body is already familiar with. This is a carefully designed protocol meant to reduce physiological resistance. The body, having grown accustomed to the act of receiving an enema, will then accept the second one more easily.”
“……”
Once again, his explanation flowed out as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Hearing such a seamless, thoughtless justification caused her urge to resist to fade. Instead, Seonmi began to feel persuaded once more.
“An enema protocol always includes a second flush. You wouldn’t want to receive the anal massage while still feeling that residual sensation inside, would you, Miss Seonmi?”
“…Sigh. Fine.”
There was no point in arguing further at this stage.
If that was the case, it might be better to just accept it quickly and avoid wasting any more time.
The moment she answered, Han Munho immediately brought out the distilled water pack he had prepared and carried it to the massage bed.
The instant Seonmi saw the “1L” label on the pack, a fresh wave of tension gripped her.
“Since you handled 500mL without difficulty earlier, we will slightly increase the volume this time. This is necessary for a complete intestinal cleanse. I believe someone like you, Miss Seonmi, can easily manage this amount.”
“…I get it, so just start already.”
“Yes, Miss Seonmi.”
Her curt reply came from a desire to escape the embarrassing moment as quickly as possible.
Soon, Han Munho carefully inserted the enema tube once again. Her anus spread open, and a foreign sensation flooded in.
-Shlrrk.
“Hu, ngh…”
Instinctively, she flinched and clenched her buttocks while gripping the edge of the massage bed with her fingertips.
Even though she had experienced it once before, the sensation was still far too humiliating to get used to.
And the fact that the volume was now double what it had been earlier only heightened her anxiety.
“Then I will begin.”
-Jorrrrrrrrr…
“Ngh, hnnngh…”
Whether she was nervous or not, Han Munho calmly opened the valve and let the distilled water flow into her anus.